What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now |
What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements. |
What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence. |
When Bishop Berkeley said `there was no matter', / And proved it - 'twas no matter what he said. |
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation - 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation) - A mode of proving that the earth turned round In a most natural whirl called "G |
When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation), sleep, eating and swilling, buttoning and unbuttoning - how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse. |
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. |
When we two parted / In silence and tears,/ Half broken-hearted / To sever for years, / Pale grew thy cheek and cold, / Colder thy kiss;/ Truly that hour foretold / Sorrow to this. |
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much / and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come. |
Where the virgins are soft as the roses they twine, / And all, save the spirit of man, is divine. |
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil. |
Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground. |
While stands the Coliseum, Rome shall stand; / When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; / And when Rome falls - the World. |
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss |
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave? |